Jimmy Digits’ hat was low so it was hard to see his eyes but the crook looked uneasy nonetheless. His driver did his greatest impression of an absent man and I guessed Digits wanted to be frank.
“This ain’t your MO, Digits.”
“How perceptive of you to notice, dick. Sure you don’t need to look for more clues at the beneath a lake of liquor?”
“Don’t get cocky.”
He looked up at the revolver on the roof of my car.
“Hey, I’m sorry, man. I’m feeling pretty tetchy. I’ve dropped the ball on something. I need your help.”